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Tuesday, June 4, 1991
But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her,
barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.
She will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.
— 9 hours, 1 min ago
But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her,
barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.
She will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.
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Winter Syntax
A sentence starts out like a lone traveler heading into a blizzard at midnight,
tilting into the wind, one arm shielding his face, the tails of his thin coat flapping behind him.
Wow!
— Jul 20, 2026 08:07PM
A sentence starts out like a lone traveler heading into a blizzard at midnight,
tilting into the wind, one arm shielding his face, the tails of his thin coat flapping behind him.
Wow!